Marbles

Marbles

 

 He was the marbles champ of 92’

Eight-year-old king of the sidewalk games

He left hand was 2 fingers lighter

Fireworks he learned can be dangerous

His pockets sagged from the weight of his prizes

Today he’d show sleepy dad his little glass trophies

Maybe it will make him happy

Yesterday he was angry

So today Travis played with purple marks on his arms

But now was a time for celebration

Adorned with ring pops he walked proudly to his castle

At home he dropped the marbles on the floor

He wanted to hear the sound of his victories

The noise muffled the approaching footsteps

He only saw the fist when it came to embrace him

Tomorrow the sidewalk games will continue with new winners

But today we honor the marbles champ of 92’

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